Post by ECHO GUINIVERE D'AGOSTA on Aug 19, 2010 3:09:43 GMT -5
Echo walked through the forest around St. John on what was callled the 'Romantic Trail'. It was certainly beautiful, it was well kept and healthy with gorgeous flora everywhere, but she wouldn't call it romantic. Though who was she to know what romantic was, she's never had a boy look her way, let alone have a boyfriend or even go on a date.
She had been walking the many trails around St. John's since she got her. All her time spent on "the run" as she called it made her very, well not energetic but she couldn't really stay still anymore. Though its not like she wanted to, the people at St. John's were nice enough, but they really didn't make the effort to get to know her. Though it's not like she tried to get to know them either. It wasn't like she didn't want to know people, but she was SO socially awkward she couldn't really talk to people let alone make the first move.
She was shy but she was also very hard edged. She didn't know how to to get to know people, and they were either too afraid or too weirded out to walk up to me without an insult in hand or stuttering in their voice. Well, at least that was how it was at her old home and school; she hadn't been here long enough to catch onto people's reactions when they talked to her. All social interactions here so far were short, quick, and usually made by adults.
She tugged at the hem of her black tanktop making sure it was straight. It wasn't her favorite shirt, but it was the last clean one that she had from the clothes that she brought with her. The rest of what she had was being washed somewhere in the building. She was also wearing a pair of black cargo shorts that held her classic Ipod, a small wad of cash, a mini reusable water bottle, and her wallet. And on her feet were a pair of black padded hiking boots with her fluffy black socks poking out. She might be wearing all black, but it wasn't like she didn't any other days; it was mainly what her wardrobe, especially what she brought with her, was made of. The only non-"emo black" on her were the fluffy socks that she wore only because they felt good and were comforting.
A small rabbit hopped in front of Echo causing her to stop momentarily and watch it. She thought it was watching her too as its fluffly little head was turened in her direction, so she tried something she had always wanted to do. She put out her hand and while making what she hoped were reassuring clicking-like sounds she reached out to touch it. Her finger briefly carressed the downy-soft fur when a sharp crack of someone stepping on a stick resounded from behind her. The rabbit fled immeadiately into the woods it was already heading into.
Echo turned around to see who made the rabbit run. She put on a catiously hard but polite expression as she turned around to see who stepped on the stick.
She had been walking the many trails around St. John's since she got her. All her time spent on "the run" as she called it made her very, well not energetic but she couldn't really stay still anymore. Though its not like she wanted to, the people at St. John's were nice enough, but they really didn't make the effort to get to know her. Though it's not like she tried to get to know them either. It wasn't like she didn't want to know people, but she was SO socially awkward she couldn't really talk to people let alone make the first move.
She was shy but she was also very hard edged. She didn't know how to to get to know people, and they were either too afraid or too weirded out to walk up to me without an insult in hand or stuttering in their voice. Well, at least that was how it was at her old home and school; she hadn't been here long enough to catch onto people's reactions when they talked to her. All social interactions here so far were short, quick, and usually made by adults.
She tugged at the hem of her black tanktop making sure it was straight. It wasn't her favorite shirt, but it was the last clean one that she had from the clothes that she brought with her. The rest of what she had was being washed somewhere in the building. She was also wearing a pair of black cargo shorts that held her classic Ipod, a small wad of cash, a mini reusable water bottle, and her wallet. And on her feet were a pair of black padded hiking boots with her fluffy black socks poking out. She might be wearing all black, but it wasn't like she didn't any other days; it was mainly what her wardrobe, especially what she brought with her, was made of. The only non-"emo black" on her were the fluffy socks that she wore only because they felt good and were comforting.
A small rabbit hopped in front of Echo causing her to stop momentarily and watch it. She thought it was watching her too as its fluffly little head was turened in her direction, so she tried something she had always wanted to do. She put out her hand and while making what she hoped were reassuring clicking-like sounds she reached out to touch it. Her finger briefly carressed the downy-soft fur when a sharp crack of someone stepping on a stick resounded from behind her. The rabbit fled immeadiately into the woods it was already heading into.
Echo turned around to see who made the rabbit run. She put on a catiously hard but polite expression as she turned around to see who stepped on the stick.